Category: Nature

The woods around the corner can take you really far away. In your mind even further.

Not wilderness big, but huge enough to get lost if you are unaccustomed. I used to trail run a lot in these woods. Both along small paths and completely off road, without maps or gears. I know almost every corner within miles (almost). And I dare to say, I can’t get lost here.

Nowadays I don’t run that much, not at all actually. I ran out of motivational gas. But I do like to take a walk here.

Strange that I don’t do that either very often any longer.

Today I surprised myself walking in opposite direction of what I thought I would do when I went out for a simple spontaneous photo walk.

Something in my head apparently wanted me to go to the woods. And I appreciated that unexpected move. This little 4km walk around reminded me of how simply awesome this place actually is.

I must be stupid not taking advantage of this privilege of having such a nice place around the corner.

There’s no place like nature, simple just as it is when you want to unplug, slow down and rebalance your mind. You need no more than just being there – totally free, makes freedom.

I know that I have written a lot lately about; strange that I don’t do it more often, about things I love to do. Well, that’s actually not strange at all – to much love. You can’t just do everything you love all the time.

One last trip with the family to the end of days. Tomorrow working class hero life begins again.

This was a wonderful nice moody day. Cloudy but warm and almost windless. Lovely relaxing atmosphere, far, far away from the streets.

That was needed. I have almost forgotten how energizing it can be to flow my mind in the nature. Don’t ask me why, otherwise I should have known why and done it more before.

Blinded by the streets I suppose.

This is a place called “Hanhals holme” (Hanhals islet), located by the sea in the city of Kungsbacka. Just a couple of miles south away from Gothenburg.

Once upon a time, in the Middle Ages, a castle once stood here named Hunehals castle. Today, there’s not even ruins left to find, only traces and findings that reveal its physical history.

The “ruin” itself is not much to see. But knowing about it feels nice. It’s more the place and itself as it is that makes it a nice place to be. Especially all the sheep that you share space with when walking around here. You find them in small groups little everywhere.

It might not seem like that when looking back at my photography since this blog was born. But I actually love being in the mother natures green room, or fifty shades of naked dull, as it looks more like during the dark half of the year. Not just as much as I used to. Occasionally still do, but almost never make any photos of it.

Nature photography actually used to dominate my photography once upon a time. Then I suddenly more or less got fed up totally of it. Probably because I got stuck in the search of serious perfection.

Thanks to iPhone, Instagram and later on, the curiosity of the myth of street photography, I found a newborn relationship between photography and my mind. I see and feel many things very differently now. So this might be a new beginning of my approach and perspectives towards my photographic relation to nature.

Sea and water usually always is something I’m drawn to make photos of from time to time. And like to just stare at. And clouds, I love clouds. I’m an addicted cloud gazer. Clouds make my mind flow free and probably the best practicing of mindfulness meditation I know.

But me making close ups of flowers… that’s extremely rare. And I enjoyed it with something that almost felt like passion at the moment. So this was a really unique happening that occurred today.

Live today, die tomorrow
Life is time, time is life
Life is changing, changing is time

Life between yesterday and tomorrow
A lifetime before tomorrow

Today we live as long there is time
Tomorrow we die as long as we live

Be there and don’t miss the road trip
Live today, die tomorrow

Born to be alive, not die

A walk, some shots, a meal, some coffee, some sleep. In the air. Looking at the sky, the sun and the passing clouds. Life unlimited as long as you are. The wind made a song of air in my head, whispering. This is what I heard, or felt, I’m not sure.

I can’t stop making photos. It’s itching inside my head constantly. Sometimes I scratch myself with making photography just to get rid of the itch. I see poetry and art everywhere wherever I am.

The world have definitely changed a lot since I reloaded my life with a camera again. I see the world in two ways at the same time now – the ordinary, and the extraordinary. I really love my new world, it makes it more of everything.

And I need to make photos of this world. No matter how insignificant it may look for others. That’s not my problem if others don’t see and feel what I do. I live here and make photos of it. That’s it.

And when I’m not making photos with my Fuji X100T or iPhone7, I post process my photography with Snapseed on my iPad. Which is just as exciting and fun as shooting.

Sometimes it’s in this digital darkroom the real magic occurs. Where you see and develop the secrets hidden in the ordinary boring daylight. Or more likely – what you saw and see, feel and felt inside and beyond the daily common granted grey.

For the past five, seven years, or maybe more. I have been using my iPhones as my camera. I’m very lost in time and usually know more about what has happened than when. A cellphone is of course not so very classy as a more real camera but it’s actually both fun and practically – it’s always there and very easy to just pick up whenever. It will probably be a choice from time to time even in the future.

Soon very soon I will have a “real” camera again, that works. But there will be a whole lot of pictures made in iPhone on this blog. My number One photo editor app I use today is Snapseed. I love the simplicity and don’t need that much more from an editor – It do the most important things you may need to do very smooth and nice.

Some One Some Where

Amateur photographer living on the the north side of the globe in a town called Mölndal in the land of Sweden